1. I moved out of My folks' house before I started smoking pot

but I remember one time visiting for Christmas and I had brought a couple doobs so late Christmas eve my brother and I hung our heads out his bedroom window and had some christmas cheer.

The next morning my mom said "Wow I must really be hungry - last night I thought someone was baking a ham in the middle of the night...I must have been dreaming..."

Yeah mom, we were baked all right...

(it was pretty foolish of us too - my stepfather would have been happy to call the police on me if he had caught us. Back then I didn't give a fuck though and would have enjoyed pissing him off that much...)

there was a couple years there my best friend and I were totally wasted every day and we'd go raid his mom's kitchen and she either never noticed or (far more likely) it just didn't bother her. She was an artist and probably knew more about that stuff than we knew she knew.

6. We have Lady Baltimore hibiscus. I call it "the suspicious looking plant".

The leaves look VERY much like pot leaves except that they are joined at the stem (think thread leaf maple) rather than individual leaves sprouting from the same spot on the stem. From a distance it's REALLY similar. On major difference - it has 6" magenta flowers instead of little white ones.

5. My mom knew I was doing it.

But never when I was doing it and therefore never to what extent I was doing it. She found my stash a couple times, but she only ever accused me of being high when she was pissed at me, not when, for example, I was doing my homework or, say, playing on the varsity tennis team. She never really did put it together.

13. That's the best description I've EVER heard. "One day I was out there talkin' to my brother..."

"...and I reached down for a weed to chew on. Things got hazy and things got fuzzy and then EVERYTHING was gone. When I came to my brother was there and he said 'Wah happened to yo ehes?' I said, 'I dunno I was chewin on a weed'. He said 'Lemme give it a try.'

Spent the rest of that day and most of that night tryin to find my brother Bill. Caught up with him bout six o'clock the next morning, naked, sittin on the windmill. He said he flew up there. I had to fly up and get him down, he was about half crazy."